burnout

by Sandra

And by burnout, I mean Burnout, with a capital B.

I’m tired. There are no two ways about it and all I’m thinking about right now is how much my knees hurt and wondering why they hurt so much…
And also about that 25-page play I need to finish by Monday…
And also how much I’m looking forward to going to that wine bar with Corey tonight — maybe looking forward to it a little too much.

Work is ending next Friday. I knew that was coming but I’m still sad, even though it dovetails nicely with heading to Turkey, which I’m doing Sunday. Don’t know what I’ll be doing when I get back — other than catch up on schoolwork (and that’s a big deal). That is, of course, if we make it back from Turkey, which everyone I’ve talked to about it seems to think we won’t (yes yes, I realize some of them are joking). Brian even said he wasn’t praying for safety while we’re there anymore, in case it’s God’s will that we lose our lives there. Sure, I can kind of understand that, but umm, there are still a lot of things I wouldn’t mind doing before then (finish school, get married, have kids, you know that kind of stuff). I’m still looking ahead to the future, though.

And in my immediate future, I’m not sure what it holds: writing, or taking a nap? Writing or taking a nap? Will I write better if I step away from it for a few days? But I don’t really have time to step away from it, stuff is due. Oh gosh, are you getting a glimpse of my mental state right now — sheesh…